JOJO CORVĂIĂ KUWABATA VESSEL W-1461 W15" x D15" x H10"
JOJO CORVĂIĂ
These pieces resist softness. They are difficult to hold, hard to define. Their textures echo geological or biological growth, though they donât mimic anything specific. They call to mind coral, volcanic rock, fossil, bark â but remain unnamable. Their essence is somewhere between erosion and becoming.
The series carries something deeply personal. Named in honor of Sachiko Kuwabata, a beloved friend who has gone too soon, these pieces are a quiet act of remembrance.
Her name is not a theme, but a presence â hidden in the tension, the care, the refusal to smooth things over. In that way, every ridge becomes a form of holding on.
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JOJO CORVĂIĂ KUWABATA VESSEL W-1461 W15" x D15" x H10"
JOJO CORVĂIĂ
These pieces resist softness. They are difficult to hold, hard to define. Their textures echo geological or biological growth, though they donât mimic anything specific. They call to mind coral, volcanic rock, fossil, bark â but remain unnamable. Their essence is somewhere between erosion and becoming.
The series carries something deeply personal. Named in honor of Sachiko Kuwabata, a beloved friend who has gone too soon, these pieces are a quiet act of remembrance.
Her name is not a theme, but a presence â hidden in the tension, the care, the refusal to smooth things over. In that way, every ridge becomes a form of holding on.
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JOJO CORVĂIĂ
These pieces resist softness. They are difficult to hold, hard to define. Their textures echo geological or biological growth, though they donât mimic anything specific. They call to mind coral, volcanic rock, fossil, bark â but remain unnamable. Their essence is somewhere between erosion and becoming.
The series carries something deeply personal. Named in honor of Sachiko Kuwabata, a beloved friend who has gone too soon, these pieces are a quiet act of remembrance.
Her name is not a theme, but a presence â hidden in the tension, the care, the refusal to smooth things over. In that way, every ridge becomes a form of holding on.
